the valley of shadow, of death

As I was walking through the valley of the shadow, of death
Although I did not fear evil
I lost my guard, and terrible things came over me
And no matter which way I turned, no matter what side I crawled to
They would not let me go
I made acquiantance with the dirt
My bed was on cold stones
They locked me up, took the light away
I cried for water
I broke my hands on their cold floor, so they could taste my blood
They tortured me, dragged me through the mud, for centuries and centuries
Every door that I knocked on, remained closed to me
I was starved by women
Mocked by children
I was living like a dog
I asked the vultures “don’t you want my bones”
There I was, right in the middle of the world
Crying bitter tears, but there was no one that heard me